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Season of Glass.

27th January 2018

Spring passes and one remembers one’s innocence.
Summer passes and one remembers one’s exuberance.
Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.

Yoko Ono

I see you; tiny white delicate flowers poking your heads tentatively out of the ground as you start to grow after your sleep.  I see you sunshine; your hue is slowly warming up.  I see you bouncing off the pavements onto my son’s pale skin and he is glowing again.  Hello voice; I hear you cough to clear your throat and I can make out a whisper.  This blog has been in the depths of winter for the last year or so and for the first time in a long time I am sensing it is waking up.  I have still been here and making lots of new work but unable to articulate any of it here. I have retreated into the shadows out of the spotlight and there was a catalyst

Early autumn 2016 my relationship broke down and as a consequence my life was turned upside down and is now unrecognisable from where it once was (there I have said it; the world is still turning).  I moved house with my 2 year old son ‘Fox’, moved location, started again, built up from nothing, lost a lot in the process and hurt like crazy.  I am a romantic and love hard so when it falls apart I feel it deeply.  Life goes on of course and I am familiar with challenges and lucky to have my photography accompany me through it.   As I start to bring my head up for air and able to look back at this last period of my life I have shot some of my best work to date.  I have been shooting, creating some exciting work yet at the same time felt so vulnerable.  I have unable to find the words, I have become detached from my voice and lost confidence in this.  I have been unable to speak during this time and at the same time with the rise of social media felt overwhelmed with how curated and perfect blogs/social media have become.   The pressure and expectation to run a professionally looking business in 2018 is real, everything looks neat and sharp and it feels a bit of a fantasy.   I have toyed with the idea of it believe you me, I am seduced by how beautiful it all looks, but really….it is only skin deep.  I am passionate through to depths of my bones about creating beautiful images and nurturing an artistic eye.  I am here as an artist and a huge part of my process is to connect with people to delicately reveal their story and create a beautiful narrative of images.  I am ready again to share more of me again here on these pages.  I feel true depth of beauty comes from revealing ourselves .  I am not in this world to conform, to be slick, to be beaten down by SEO, algorithms, reach and appeal.  I am in this world to feel, create, connect, live, laugh and share and feel inspired once more to do this from where I am now standing.  The deep winter has passed, spring I feel you.

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